Mokshada Dahal
Let us see the light,
that has not been found
since the start of this night.
where the moon should have been in the full bloom,
enough to send away every drip of those gloom
with the beaming lamp guiding the way
in the silence that could uncover every secret away,
Oh! that is so lovely, which had me wish for it to stay.
How did such a night change into something so dreadful?
that…
that I can’t even feel the silence with the constant noise in my ear,
that the light can’t even pass through me without instilling a sense of fear
of losing myself, you and a sense of belonging,
in that seemingly calm air.
How did it become so that I plead for these night to end?
